[Intro]
Mmm

[Verse]
Didn't think it was me that would merk you ([?])
Here's one for the tweet gang to chirp to ([?])
I'm a posh MC
But I make man run out of bars like a 10pm curfew (goodbye!)
I'm so unholy (naughty!)
Turned up to the clash on the back of a bright, white pony (giddy up!)
You may be the guy
But, I can make a grown man cry like Angelina Jolie (ha-ha!)
Man's got whips (vroom!)
Falafel, hummus, dips
But I know carbs go straight to my hips
So I could never waste time on chips ([?])
That's not me, no, that's not (never!)
I got tings from Tottenham to Ascot ([?])
Come Surrey on a bad boy ting
Man will get dropped just like Arsenal's mascot (pow, pow!)
And if things get stormy, Kylie
I got bare rich friends who will hide me
I heard all of your payments bounced, 'cause you got no accounts like Wiley (ah!)
Me and the rich, we're skin tight
And I just had an insight (mmm)
If you're the MC with the crown, when Chris Brown was in town, why didn't you get an invite? (loser!)
It's just banter
I don't want no ice like J Hus likes his Fanta (ah!)
Lyrical barrage
Oh my God, what is that? Garage? ([?])
Smells so diesely
Man could incinerate a whole scene oh so easily (grr!)
But if the beef gets real, I hop on the horse and Ron like Weasely
[Outro]
I'm so sorry, old boy
I just wanted a piece of the drilly beef (ha-ha!)
No hard feelings
We can always make up over a glass of Shloer